More of the cousins. Every one of these children was very planned.
It's like everyone in our house had PMS today. I hate when this happens- so often on Sunday mornings as we mosey around like bums until we have to rush and get ready for church. Then we're all grumpy in the car, but somehow all smiles as we enter the church building...
Nothing about today has gone as planned.
Even our appliances are grouchy; the TV broke and the garbage disposal clogged. To say I am irritated is quite the understatement. So I made other plans and now even those are ix-nayed by the weather.
A big storm is coming. And I don't mean that figuratively - a real storm is actually rolling in with dark clouds and thunder and sea-sick skies. This might be my favorite part of this day.
I took Ivy upstairs for a nap and fell asleep with her. Then I woke myself up with my own snoring.
This morning she hugged me close and said she didn't really want nah nap anymore. Like it was mostly her idea all along or something. It's been a few weeks now since we stopped breastfeeding and slowly she's quit mentioning it. Already I'm starting to feel more like myself with more energy and a few lbs lost. (I'm the exception to the rule that breastfeeding makes you lose weight. It always makes me pack it on like I'm getting ready to hibernate, but that's ok. It's totally worth it to me.)
And now I can enjoy this time of not-nursing and not-being-pregnant and see the real me showing up again. Sometimes it's not all pleasant discoveries, you know. I have a lot to work on. At least I have a lot to work with.
I didn't plan most of this, what has become of my life. Not to suggest that any of it is mostly bad- it's quite good, oh it is. But if I didn't know better, (?) I'd think perfect plans are for sissies. It's the people that can take what you get and make it beautiful for that moment, even if it's less than especially if it's less than and be truly thankful and care for it as if it's what they've always wanted. They are strong, they are the artists, they are my heroes. I can only imagine what their Sunday mornings are like.
The storm is here. It's frightening and amazing.